Countless Blank Pages

Zero words on blank pages.
My fingers idly stand by, wanting to type, knowing not what.
What’s not to love?
I’ve lost interest.
Read a book.
I tried.
It lacked introspection.
Hell, even I could write a better one.
Maybe I should just (ugh…there’s that lazy word again) try.

(© 2022 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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